My Mafia Husband Broadcast My Assault for My Sister — I Left, and He Lost His Mind

On the eve of my wedding, I was kidnapped by a rival family and my torture was streamed live across the global dark web.

They didn’t use knives or guns; they ripped off my wedding dress, raped me, and used a special chemical to write words like “whore,” “slut,” and “prostitute” all over my body.

When I was finally rescued, my naked body was covered in wounds, my dignity shattered, my mind completely broken.

But my husband, the ruler of the East Coast underworld, Mafia Don Dante Vittorio, smashed the nearest camera with one punch and pressed the muzzle of a gun against another reporter’s forehead, silencing anyone who dared to speak about me.

He pulled my trembling body tightly into his arms, his voice filled with raw fury as he swore a blood oath:

“Alicia, my wife, don’t be afraid, the wedding goes on as planned, and every single person who hurt you will be hunted down, cut into pieces, and fed to the fish.”

After we returned to the Vittorio estate, I accidentally overheard his conversation with his right-hand man, Luca:

“Don, setting up a live stream of the Madam being violated… isn’t that going too far? Even if it’s for Valentina, there are less brutal ways to break Alicia mentally.”

Dante let out a cold, dismissive laugh:

“Only if she loses her mind can I control her openly, take over her father’s arms network and Swiss accounts, and make sure Valentina will never live in her shadow.”

“I’ll give her the marriage she wants, the status a Mafia Queen deserves, my name, my power, my protection—isn’t that enough?”

The man I trusted without question, the one I would have died to protect, was the very devil who pushed me into hell with his own hands.

Dante Vittorio.

You wanted me broken, disgraced, stripped of everything I had.

But what you don’t know is… you also killed our unborn twins.

……

I braced myself against the cold Italian marble wall, my nails digging so hard they nearly split against the stone.

Why? Why Valentina of all people?

Inside the study, Dante was still talking to his most trusted right-hand man, Luca.

Luca’s voice carried a hint of hesitation:

“Don, you’ve seen the doctor’s report, her mind is completely broken… wasn’t this a little too far?”

“Enough. What’s done is done, and besides, she carries my name now, she’s Mrs. Vittorio, I’m keeping her by my side, giving her protection and status, that’s already my… compensation.”

There wasn’t a shred of emotion in his voice, as if destroying me meant nothing at all.

“But if the Madam ever finds out, she might completely lose it…”

“Enough. Watch your place.” Dante cut him off coldly, his tone ruthless. “That’s exactly the point, if she doesn’t go insane, how am I supposed to control her through the marriage?”

“Alicia is too proud, she won’t tolerate anything, she doesn’t even rely on me, this is the only way.”

Silence swallowed the room, thick and suffocating like tar clogging my throat.

My heart dropped straight into hell.

My nails pierced into my palm, and it took everything in me just to keep from collapsing on the spot.

No wonder…

No wonder after watching me get humiliated on that dark web livestream, after seeing me completely ruined, this man—the most powerful Don on the East Coast, the one who cares most about family honor—Dante Vittorio…

Still insisted on marrying me, a “broken” woman, no matter the rumors or mockery behind his back.

In front of me, he wasn’t cold or ruthless anymore, he gave me a kind of tenderness that felt like it belonged only to me, making me believe I had finally found a man who truly loved me.

But from beginning to end, it was all a perfectly planned lie.

The man who dragged me into hell, who turned me into this… was the very husband I loved.

And the reason he set all of this up… was just to clear the path for the woman he truly loved—Valentina—to become the Mafia Queen.

The crushing weight of heartbreak and rage made my whole body tremble, and then a sharp, hollow pain twisted deep in my lower abdomen.

I clutched my stomach, tears spilling uncontrollably.

I had been secretly married to Dante for three years.

He promised that on our third anniversary, he’d give me a real wedding—something grand enough to tell the entire East Coast who I was.

That same day, I found out I was pregnant.

Twins.

I’d already picked out their names—Antonio for the boy, Sophia for the girl.

Dante had fertility issues. This should have been a miracle.

I thought he’d lose his mind with happiness when I told him.

But before I could say a word, that livestream happened—the one that destroyed me.

I was taken. Kidnapped.

And on camera, those animals took turns breaking me.

By the time it was over, my babies were gone—

reduced to blood and shattered tissue, spilling out of me onto the floor.

Those days of screaming and despair became my worst nightmare, haunting me endlessly… I even wanted to kill myself out of guilt for failing to protect Dante’s children.

But the truth was… he was the one who killed them.

Dante’s betrayal and the loss of my children fused into something toxic, something that ate through me from the inside out.

I couldn’t hold myself up anymore.

My legs gave out, the world spun, and I tumbled down the stairs.

The dull crash alerted the people in the study, and Dante rushed out, staring at me lying on the floor, crying uncontrollably.

“Alicia! My God, what happened to you?!”

Before, hearing him call my name like that used to comfort me, but now every syllable felt like ice piercing straight into my bones.

I shoved him away and forced myself to stand.

His hand froze midair for a second, he frowned, then quickly slipped back into that familiar look of concern.

“You need to see the family doctor, your body was already badly damaged after that… if your condition gets worse again—”

He seemed to realize he said too much, closing his mouth with a hint of regret.

But I knew better—he did it on purpose, every word disguised as concern but cutting into my already fragile mind like a blade.

After all, pushing me into madness was the core of his plan.

My heart felt frozen solid, and I refused to look at the flicker of expectation in his eyes. “I just slipped, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

I was no longer the proud heiress of the Moretti family, my connections and our failing business only barely survived under his so-called “protection.”

After being humiliated on a global livestream, my dignity destroyed, I had become a complete joke across the East Coast—

No… everyone probably already knew.

Without Dante, I might have already thrown myself off the highest tower of the Vittorio estate.

So his betrayal now… was the final straw that crushed what little faith I still had in humanity.

But this didn’t end the way I hoped.

Dante insisted on taking me for a full medical checkup.

He said it was for my health, but I knew the truth—

He wanted to drag me back into the public eye, expose me again to those looks of pity, curiosity, and mockery, using rumors sharper than bullets to push me closer to madness.

“Don’t be afraid, my love.”

His voice was full of conviction, like he truly meant every word.

“With me here, no one will ever hurt you again, and no one will dare laugh at you, I swear it on the Vittorio name.”

Watching his flawless performance, I almost laughed out loud.

Dante Vittorio, my dear, cruel husband.

Since you want a madwoman so badly…

I’ll give you exactly what you want.